The Initials on My Wrist - 1D Fanfiction

Leah has always wanted to meet one direction. She has a bedroom covered in posters, a billion t-shirts and lets not mention how many concert tickets she has pinned to her wall, because there are more than enough. When her Mom becomes their manager, Leah, being 19, would much rather take her Mom's offer and come on tour with them instead of staying home alone for six months and tags along. The only problem is that it is the middle of summer, and she wont expose her wrists. That counts as sweater's, long sleeve shirts and warm jackets, only to hide two letters, the initials of the person who she secretly loves, and always has. What happens when that same person, doesn't love her back?


1. Chapter One

Leah's POV


"Alright Dear, follow me," My mother says, showing me around the tour bus, " Your bunk is over there. I didn't think you wanted the sixth bunk where the band is," she explains with mother-knows-best attitude. I nod, "You know me so well," I lie. "You shouldn't have brought your whole wardrobe, I doubt you will avoid living out of your suitcase," My mother states, shooting me a dirty look. The band hasn't returned from their interview yet- They are two hours late. I was hoping I would be able to meet them before I fell asleep, but I doubt they knew I was going to be here. "I'll be in the separate bus with the other adults. If you need something, text me and you will get it in two to three business days. I love you, mwah." She says, quickly, not looking up once from her blackberry and then concluding with a fake kiss in the air. I sigh as she walked out towards the other bus. I sit on the couch, put my feet up on the coffee table and my hand finds it's way to the television remote.

I check the clock, it's midnight. I see no sign of the band yet, the band called 'One Direction'. I slowly pull a blanket over top of my cold body and listen to the speaking of the news anchor. I turn off the television, having no interest in the news, and lay my head against a pillow.



~ One AM ~

Harry's POV

"Did you see his face?" I chuckle, getting another laugh from the other four boys that walk beside me. "Next time we go to a club we need to bring more than one can of silly string!" Niall points out. " Then we can get more than one security guard!" Zayn agrees.

We walk into the tour bus to find a girl, about our age, curled up on the couch, asleep. She looks adorable in her blue tshirt. "Who is she?" Zayn asks. "Paul! A crazed fan snuck in here, again!" Louis yells, followed by a worried Liam saying, "Shhh, you might wake her up. We switched managers, remember? Our new manager told me a bit about this. That's her daughter. She is staying on tour with us and living on our bus. Now, let her sleep. She looks tired," he explains. "Sweet! She's living with us? I'm making my move the second she gets up." I exclaim. Zayn frowns when I say this, despite the fact that he alredy has a girlfriend. "What ever you do bro, don't hurt her. She looks adorable and innocent. You know what that means." He says, concerned. "Ya I know. She's sensitive and she can cry. Besides you don't even know. You have never even spoke to her." I tell him. "I have. She is so sweet. I talked to her for ten minutes on the phone after discussing everything with her mom. Sorry I didn't tell you, we were so busy and I didn't want you sidetracked because yes, the lady is pretty." Liam laughs. "Is she our age?" "She's nineteen. Her name is Leah." Liam explains. "Leah. I like it." I think out loud. "Hey, it looks like something is written on her wrist," Louis points out. "Ya. I wonder what it is." I say, walking a bit closer. "Dude, that's her business. Leave her alone!" Zayn stops him, grabbing his arm. "No, she's mine anyways so I have the right to know." Harry chuckles, ripping his arm out of Zayn's grip. The second I start to lay my hand on her wrist, her eyes fly open and she sits up, hiding her wrists from view.

Leah's POV

"What are you doing?!" I shout, grabbing a hoodie from my suitcase and slipping it on. "I wanted to know what was on your  Harry lowrist, I'm sorry." Harry says looking at the floor. He begins to look  hurt, and angry. "Well, we don't like to keep secrets on the bus so if we don't know what is on your wrist, you should take it off." Harry says, sternly. Zayn smacks him on the arm. "Dude. Stop it." He scolds. "No," I see Harry whisper. I stand up awkwardly, unsure of how to answer. "Ya, I uh, it was stupid, I should take it, um off." I lie. I can't take it off. I've had it on for over two years now and it isn't something that I'm just going to wash it off. "It's just some permanent marker that I put on there, um, goodnight." I say, staring at my feet and walking towards my little room. "I don't hear the water running. I doubt she washed it off." I hear Harry mumble.

There is a knock at my little door, "Who is there?" I ask."Zayn." I hear a voice say. "Come in." I mumble. He walks in the door, shutting it behind him. "I'm sorry. Harry just likes you. He was hurt that you wouldn't tell him. Did you take off whatever was on your wrist?" He asks. I bury my face in my hands. "It's been on forever and I can't do it. I'm sorry." He reaches out for a hug, and I take it. "If you don't mind me asking, why not?" He says. " I put it on a long time ago, because it reminded me of the person that I loved, even though he probably didn't know I existed. It made me feel like he was there with me. He was amazing, brave and he just looked like he could protect me. I have had it on for two years and whenever someone makes fun of it, I can't help but cry. I was hoping you guys would act like it wasn't there, but you don't. I guess I'll just where a sweater from now on." I explain. " I don't know who this guy is, but i'll protect you Leah. Just remember that you are beautiful and sweet. Harry likes you, you know. From the second he walked in here he called dibs." Zayn chuckles. "Give him a chance, will you? And if he does anything to you, I'll be right here." He says. "Thank you Zayn." I say, kissing him on the cheek. I immediately realize that was wrong. "I'm so sorry, I know you are dating Perrie!" I apologize. "It's fine." He smiles, kissing me back on the cheek. With that he walks out, leaving me with happy thoughts. I pull up my sweater sleeve and look at the initials on my wrist. "I think you do know who the guys is, Zayn. I know you do." I whisper, laying down in bed. It's too bad he has a girlfriend. I just hope they aren't serious.



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